Posted on October 19, 2002 in Encounters Photos Travels - So Cal
It’s odd to think that I was in Blaz and Boris’s country in a time of war and that Blaz is now visiting me here in mine in a time of war.
Posted on October 19, 2002 in Peace
I already dwell in the prison whose walls are the ignorance, the forgetfulness, and the apathy of others around me.
Posted on October 19, 2002 in Cats
Ambrose leaped atop the two mattresses, approached me noiselessly, and placed his piebald face close to mine.
Posted on October 18, 2002 in IRC/Chat
I contributed a few observations and ripostes to the chat, then realized that though my words were heard, no one seemed to be talking to me.
Posted on October 17, 2002 in Aortal
Women taking up a relationship with Mikey should expect minimal privacy.
Posted on October 17, 2002 in Neighborhood
I saw a stout woman, wearing a grey sweatshirt, pushing a shopping cart full of groceries with one hand and the yellow-topped red plastic car that bore her son with the other.
Posted on October 17, 2002 in Dreams
Curious man-beasts with the heads of moles and mice stand next to them: a voiceover tells me that the Dukes loved moles and mice.
Posted on October 16, 2002 in Cats
Old age has worked its wispy magic on the old cat’s mind.
Posted on October 16, 2002 in Peace Whimsies
Remember Country Joe and the Fish? The anti-war anthem they sang at Woodstock?